Small amount of background:
I am almost 37 weeks pg, with horrendous backache and v painful BH's. This baby wasn't planned, I'm not overly keen on having 2 kids, I'm not sure at all how I'm going to cope with a toddler and a newborn and I'm generally feeling a bit shite.
I went up to bed tonight, at just gone 11, fell asleep straight away. Both me and ds (he is still in our room) were woken up at half 12 by dh stumbling into our room - dh then proceeds to totally fail to get ds back to sleep, and gets really arsey with me when I tell him to just put ds in bed with us. I'm fucking fuming by this point anyway, because I've been woken up (should probably add that if ds gets too upset atm, he coughs a lot and is then sick, which I wanted to avoid at all costs) and will now have to sleep corkscrewed around ds which means I get no sleep and my back is fucked for the whole day.
I tell dh (in no uncertain terms) that he can fuck off to the spare room and sleep in there, and leave the big bed for me and ds (and my enormous bump) but he refuses on the grounds that I've told him to do it. Cue massive row about him moving out to the spare room, me asking him whether I'd rather me and ds moved out to the spare room instead and him basically telling me that I'm a fucking bitch because I've told him to do something. I'm of the opinion that he should have been more careful in the first place, then he wouldn't have woken me or ds up, ds wouldn't have needed to come into our bed, and the whole sorry saga needn't have happened.
Anyway, I manage to piss dh off to the extent that he goes off in a huff to the spare room, and I lie in bed (next to extremely wriggly ds) with v painful heartburn, crying and wondering what the hell just happened. I don't think it's too much to ask that you move out of the marital bed for a night, to make room for your son and your extremely pregnant wife, is it? But no, I managed to put his back up by telling him to move, and rather than sucking it up and accepting that I'm not at my most rational right now (what with being heavily pg - did I mention that?) and doing as he's asked - ok, told - he decides to make a massive issue out of it.
The upshot of all this is, I've come downstairs because I can't sleep. The washing up was undone, ds' toys were still strewn all over the floor, the place looked like a bomb had hit it. So I've washed up, I've picked all ds' toys up, I've tidied the house, and meanwhile dh is upstairs in the spare room FUCKING SNORING! It would be nice to believe that he even remotely thought about how I'm feeling right now, and how difficult it is for me to bend over and pick ds' stuff up, or how painful it is for me to bend over the sink washing up but I know that all he did while I was catching a precious hour's sleep was sit on his arse on the laptop and ignore all the fucking mess.
God I am so angry right now, I feel like storming up to the spare room and kicking him in the nuts, jumping up and down on his fat belly and then kicking him in the base of the spine just so he gets a tiny idea of what it's like to be pg.
(I was a regular MNer, I flounced deregistered, and if you've figured out who I am from this then please don't out me!)